Mother’s Milk…

How can I listen as the milk from your tit

Dribbles down my chin?

You keep trying to whisper “I love you!” in my ear

Purely infatuation. There is no love here

Only lust. That’s all that’s left

After the trust has been broken

I’m all used up. Why do I listen as we slurp

And moan in ecstasy? When silence

Is the only thing I long for and a mother’s breast, supple

Full of milk is meant to give nourishment to babes

Not broken men.